Once Fu Qingjun figured this out, he felt life had beco manageable again.
A 70% chance of them becoming his allies, and a 30% chance of them being normal enemies? Could luck really be that bad for him?
Surely the heavens wouldn’t be so against ?
Look at Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, who managed to eliminate his opponents right from the start; this must be the way of the world.
As for the content recorded on those slabs, it’s not difficult to understand their aning.
Prehistoric entities seem to have their own understanding of the universe, perceiving it as a dead thing, and themselves as the dead born from the dead.
They never truly lived, never genuinely possessed freedom.
Perhaps this is the aning.
It’s close enough.
"It seems historical mysteries are not too complicated."
Fu Qingjun continued walking through the dark forest, observing constantly, "However, this place is indeed too vast, making it difficult to find prehistoric existence."
How big is the Cosmic mbrane?
The universe is an egg; the interior of the universe is inside the egg, and the eggshell is the external Cosmic mbrane.
The size is unimaginable.
After a long circuit, there was indeed no solution.
Couldn’t even find the 30% rules; seems I truly am unlucky.
After all, truth creatures are elusive, harder to capture than prehistoric beings of the Slaying Thought Cosmos.
Not to ntion this Forest of Truth is very challenging to hide things in.
Crack!
After observing, Fu Qingjun left briefly.
"What a pity, what a pity. The Demon Monster Cosmos after the Truth Cosmos is in a perfectly sealed stagnant state." Fu Qingjun sighed and sat idly in the tavern, "Ti, space, dinsions, everything is frozen, still an embryo."
They have to develop and enter each Cosmic Era one by one,
After contending for the Truth Cosmos, study the Demon Monster Cosmos, or sneak into it instead.
...
In a certain spot in the Forest of Truth.
Tiny, unknown golden rays of light evenly sprinkled on the ground.
Crack.
A colorful tentacled weed was plucked.
"Is it confird?"
"Confird, it’s the Heart of the Light Series Mikel."
"It’s sufficient. We’ll first advance to the seventh tier, use the Saint’s Rules to beco ordinary saints, only then will we qualify to challenge the giant beings of Celestial Venerable level... although hope is still dim."
Two tall and handso figures calmly exchanged words, their gazes profound and far-reaching.
"I wonder what happened to the others?"
"If they’re dead, all the better."
"We were prepared; they weren’t."
One tall and robust man took out a slab, engraved with ancient and obscure yet inexplicably understandable characters: the Truth Original Canon.
It docunted the traits and habits, the weaknesses, of 49 types of truth creatures, and tens of millions of false truth creatures.
It was the information data they prepared for smuggling in prehistoric tis, highly likely to ensure their success,
Even dangerous Saint-level plants could be tackled, enabling them to pluck them using a sixth-tier mortal body and advance to seventh-tier saint.
"Wait a minute, do you feel like we beca smaller after recreating the world and smuggling into the next Cosmic Era?"
"Smaller?"
"Smaller by about a third."
"How could we beco that small? Must be an illusion."
"I feel like it isn’t, the Saint’s Rules in my hand only have a third of their power left... could sothing have happened at the mont we created the universe and entered this new era?"
They exchanged glances, both sensing an indescribable variance had erged.
...
...
"That place is truly dangerous; even when I recklessly took the rules, I nearly died... It’s even harder for a mortal to kill them and seize the rules to beco a saint."
Fu Qingjun gazed out of the tavern’s high-floor window, extending his palm, "Fortunately, I possess so saintly combat power, and stole a few plants back; wonder if I can cook them into so dishes?"
"No good wine, haven’t had noodle soup."
After holidaying in the Forest of Truth, he returned, drinking tea inside,
The room was still arranged as before, with a square table in front, a pot of sunflowers beneath the windowsill, "Feels like it’s missing sothing, hmm, missing a trumpet, missing Yudula to make the noodle soup."
He nostalgically recalled past experiences.
"Pancakes, freshly baked pancakes."
"Top-quality pear blossom wine!"
Street vendors below shouted, bustling with activity.
The sect’s entrance examination that occurs every ten years had arrived,
Drawing young elites from various kingdoms and noble families, with the younger generation gathering here.
Two tall, handso, and fashionably dressed young n, accompanied by a plainly dressed young maidservant, passed by the tavern.
One man was full of anticipation,
"Qiu Zhenlou, said to be the most renowned tavern of the Magic Dao Celestial Sect, rumored to be founded by a skilled practitioner from within. We should be respectful as we enter; it’s a priceless opportunity to make connections with talents from all around, determining future success and family honor."
Thump!
The other man kicked the servant girl, "Talking about you—don’t be unruly. Offending soone inside could an even my father’s protection won’t save you; once we’re in the sect, we can’t protect you."
"Yes, master." The slender girl bowed her head.
The two nobles grudgingly paid the silver taels and stepped inside.
They realized they were unworthy of dining on the second floor, confined to the first floor instead, hoping genuine prodigies from upstairs would co down so they could seize the chance to make connections.
Soon, they began ordering.
She assisted her adorable brothers to their seats, standing beside them and serving tea, her gaze sweeping around,
"History seems to have undergone so changes."
"Qiu Zhenlou is a good tavern, but just decent, and now, it has sohow turned into a gathering place for the young generation, the talented ones, who pride themselves on gaining entry."
Her gaze scanned several youths going up and down the stairs, faces forrly familiar.
"Ultimately, I’m back again, the sect, master awaits ."
She smiled slightly, recalling the pure white-robed woman, suddenly as if realizing sothing, "I must hurry. Given history has shown subtle shifts, my original opportunity for rise, the place where the ’Truth Scripture’ was discovered, I wonder if it’s still there."
That was her chance for ascension.
Returning to the past, she earnestly wished to explore the Forest of Truth this ti,
Realizing that in her previous life, she was too weak, unable to explore deeply before the future descendants turned it into a desert. No matter how mighty the plants and beasts were, they couldn’t withstand the locust-like populace.
She hadn’t thought much of it then.
But as her perspective expanded over multiple eras, she discovered the Forest of Truth held extraordinary attributes, like relics, ancient remains, originally deed rare intellectual truth giant beast artifacts, but now...
Considered that before her arrival, there might have been prehistoric ultra-ancient beings!
"Must find a chance to detach."
She mused internally, then suddenly noticed a notice hanging beside the tavern,
"Hiring kitchen staff."
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